Take the hospital back to ancient times

Chapter 32 Fear of Death Is a Virtue

After getting off the carriage, Chen Buer pretended to open a folding fan, and fanned it casually a few times. The most eye-catching thing was that he was wearing a pair of sunglasses on his nose.

Since one wants to be a dandy, one must of course have the appearance of a dandy, and a place like a brothel, where people are most humbled by dogs, must show its aura.

The fat man was carrying a wooden box, which was Chen Buer's outpatient box, which contained all kinds of medical equipment and medicines from later generations, such as "Have you seen the gynecological tools? You must bring tools when you come to the brothel.

The thin man carried a leather bag on his back, which stored all kinds of strange things of Chen Buer.

Of course, no one knew that there were at least three pistols, several magazines, and even a few electric shock batons in this bag.

Chen Buer cherishes his life very much. In ancient times, there was no Skynet, no probes, and no modern investigative methods. If he was attacked and beaten up, the criminals would not be caught.

Don't forget, these days there are "martial arts rivers and lakes" and "Liangshan heroes". It is not uncommon in this era to draw a knife when they disagree.

Fear of death is a virtue.

As soon as Chen Buer got out of the carriage, in front of the gate of Baihualou, Gui Gong with a green turban on his head had already seen him and greeted him from a distance.

"Hey, isn't this the seventh young master? It's been a long time. The girls in our building miss you so much."

At this time, the dude would usually throw out a bunch of small money as a reward at will, but Chen Buer's purse was empty today, and he couldn't get the reward, so he could only smile awkwardly.

"Liu Gui, my young master left in a hurry today and didn't bring out the money. I will make up for you when I come back later."

"What? It's an honor for the Seventh Young Master to come to our Baihua Building. How dare you ask for your money from the Seventh Young Master? Please, please come inside."

Chen Buer is authentic,

In ancient times, this kind of tortoise had no status at all, and no one looked down on them. Basically, the rich ignored them when they saw them. It was rare that Chen Buer was willing to say a few words to him, which naturally made Liu Guigong feel very happy. Thanksgiving.

No way, as a time traveler, the damn concept of "everyone is equal" has been deeply rooted, and the concept of class is not so strong.

When Chen Bu'er's left foot was about to step into the gate of "Baihualou", Liu Guigong was already singing promises loudly.

"Girls, the Seventh Young Master is here~~~~~"

I don't know how many people are called Seventh Young Master in Bianliang City.But in the brothel, the seventh young master will always represent only one person, and that is Chen Buer.

No, as soon as the Seventh Young Master arrived, there was a moment of silence in the Baihua Building, followed by a roar from upstairs and downstairs, which was the sound of countless feet stepping on the wooden floor.

Then as far as I could see, all the girls in Baihualou came out of their respective rooms and rushed towards the door like a tide.

There is also the noisy sound of [-] ducks calling, and the clear and clear voice of "Seventh Young Master, Seventh Young Master" can be heard everywhere.

Many benefactors in the building have long been experienced, and when they heard the so-called "Seventh Young Master" came, they all cursed bad luck.

Because at this time, these girls are not in the mood to receive guests at all, and are anxious to see this "Fourth Master of Medical Practice".

Chen Bu'er was used to this kind of scene, and opened his hands early, waiting for the girls to throw themselves into their arms.

So bad luck today,

He just felt a flash in front of his eyes, a meat ball rushed into his arms and hit his chest, just like hitting a tank, if it wasn't for the thin man and the fat man pushing him behind, he would have been almost killed Knock and fly out the door.

"Oh, mother Fan, please be careful, I have small arms and legs, and I can't stand your enthusiasm."

Chen Bu'er was very familiar with the people in the brothel. With his eyes closed, he could tell which girl it was just by the feel of his hands, ah bah, it might be an old bustard.

"Hey, Seventh Young Master, you haven't come to Baihualou for two months? You're so heartless, it's lucky that my family still thinks of you so much."

The mother Fan who spoke was as fleshy as a ball, about 30 years old, and the white powder on her face was so rubbed that it was almost falling off.

She is the old bustard in Baihualou, equivalent to the general manager of the entertainment club of later generations, the existence that girls will tremble when they see her.

"Mother Fan, what you said is right. I went to another place a few days ago. I just came back yesterday. Today I came to see Sister Shui Ling in your Baihua Building."

There is nothing inside the brothel that he does not know.

This girl called "Shui Ling" is a ditty singer in Baihualou and does not take part in receiving guests.It is said that it is the biological daughter of this mother Fan, who is usually well protected and never let men touch her.

Madam Fan patted Chen Buer on the chest, and said coquettishly:
"That girl Shui Ling hasn't even grown her bones yet, so how can she be valued by the seventh young master? Come on, come on, you can choose whatever you want from the four big oirans in my building, and the top ten nobles. You can do whatever you want, whichever you want I will arrange which one for you, Master Bao Qi is satisfied."

Chen Bu'er smacked his lips: "What do you really want to do? Didn't you hear that Qing courtiers are all performers but not their bodies? How can they do it?"

Mother Fan gave him a blank look: "Other people say that, and I really answered that way, but if the seventh young master says that, then we have nothing to do."

Chen Buer laughed, and before he could reply, all the girls in Baihualou had arrived.

For a moment, Chen Bu'er was submerged in a sea of ​​flowers, everything he touched was soft, and all that came out was a faint fragrance.

It doesn't matter who you are, an oiran or a nobleman, when you see Chen Buer, you will jump on him like a wolf seeing a sheep.

That's right, it's "to pounce", this verb is not wrong at all, anyway, in order to pounce on the best position in the arms of the Seventh Young Master, several girls almost got into a fight.

Still shouting desperately: "Seventh Young Master, go sit in the slave's room?"

"Seventh Young Master, I haven't seen you for a few months. You look even more handsome. No one in Bianliang City can compare to you."

"Yes, yes, Seventh Young Master, you miss Shanu's house. I have good lotus heart tea in my room. Go and sit at my place."

Chen Bu'er was already smiling so hard that his face froze.

Dozens of girls threw themselves into their arms, and regardless of their appearance or figure, they were definitely first-class existences. They were many times better than those "artificial PS beauties" on Douyin in later generations. How could it make people unhappy?
Many benefactors were leaning on the railing, looking at the scene in front of them speechlessly and enviously, all dreaming that one day they would be as popular as the old seventh of the Chen family.

In this way, Chen Buer was half embraced by a large group of beauties, and walked into the hall of Baihua Building. At this time, there happened to be a burst of singing in the hall...

(End of this chapter)